The California Historical Society, San Francisco, CA, “Helen Hyde Papers”, Call# MS 1085, Box: 1, Folder 8, September 7, 1914
September 7, 1914
One day, at Miss Kennedy’s I was talking about my teachers and mentioned Mr. Carlsen, then E[dith] pricked up her ears. ‘Miss Carlsen’s father is an artist but she won’t speak about him, evidently something went wrong’ I stared at her. ‘Wouldn’t that be strange? said I and if that is so, I know all about the troubles[.] How old is she?’ [‘]About thirty five[.]’ I counted up[.]
[‘]That could be the eldest daughter he used to tell us about. Just feel around and find out if her father is Emil Carlsen[.]’
Next day I met her. ‘I hear you knew my father’ said she at once ‘Yes, I said[.] I have been studying your face, your eyes are like his’ ‘They say I look like him’ said she[.] Then I went on to say nice things about him and told her I thought it was the strangest thing in all my life in Japan to find that ‘Emil Carlsen has you for a daughter’ She [called?] a little bitterly ‘Yes, a missionary deaconess[‘] said she. ‘Well, he is a big man now and a father to be proud of’ said I quickly. She wears a black uniform and white cap. Oh oh!! I fear only Aunt Gussie will see the comicality of this.
WORKS BY EMIL CARLSEN